Illustrations for the poem "Michael's Big Brain"
MICHAEL’S BIG BRAIN
Michael’s brain was really huge
He knew words like “subterfuge”
And “juxtaposition” and “extrapolate”
“Mathematician” and “investigate”
Michael’s brain was mighty big
More memorising than a whirligig.
We thought it was entirely possible
He had stolen it from the hospital.
But just as my mate Danny said
“How would he get it in his head?”
We followed him watching his every move
Waiting for the chance to prove
He really came from outer space
And was not part of the human race.
After 3 days of constantly following him around
Sheer boredom wore our spirits down.
No spaceship landed, no beam of light
No tribal dances late at night.
No full moon howling, no magic shed
No hours standing on his head.
No chicken feathers, no pointy hat
No broomsticks and no black cat.
No magic potion, no writhing snakes
No diving into, ice-cold lakes.
No painting stripes on his face
No cartwheels at a speedy pace.
No eating little leaves of plants
No midnight meetings with his Aunts.
No candlelight, no secret doors
No batwings, frogs or creaky floors.
No prickly berries, no bugs that stink
Ohhh! What was it that made him think?
Ohhhhhh Michael WHAT makes your brain so big?
A magic pebble? A talking twig?
“Well” said Michael “ I think I usually”